TheLoveDoctor

I am just an ordinary boy who has strange thoughts and doesnt know why hes thinking them! I am sick of being told MCR suck everyday and then them saying straight after "... but i like *insert MCR song here*". so yeah. I am not Emo. I am not anything.....wait...wait...whats that sound?.... oh i know what that is...

THATS THE LOVE DOCTOR BABY! *does some poses to music*

erm... yeah as i was saying. i am the love doctor even tho i am not very good at stuff myself but still.

I am the sole owner of the magic stick. it is a wooden stick with a gold nob on the end that glows and gives me magical powers (i know it sounds like a penis but its not) (my penises name is mike if you're interested). it also talks sometimes when i am in a bad situation.... anyway... hopefully u havent been scared off yet and you are still reading...

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! is my baby...

TINA is the love of my life. she is not female. or male. she is my benson 4 string, black and white electric bass guitar. i am not that great at it as i aint been doing it long. but i love her already!

i express emotions by writing. below is the best poem i have wrote...

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Im Gonna’ End Life like I Started it (In a Pool of Blood, Crying)

So I wait at the bridge With the wind
raging against my phone
As I desperately call my
Traditional (but irritating) Late friends

As I wonder about the response from
What happened twenty four hours ago.
With my collar and hat choking my reputation
I guide the weary travellers to the house.

As we stand cramped. She comes in.
And straight away the same problems
As the day before occur.
She Discounts me

She talks to everyone. But not me
She’s happy around everyone. But not me
We talk. I find out little. She tells me to
“Leave her alone”. so I walk off. Misery.

I need to be home soon. She doesn’t. I want
To get this sorted before she leaves. Maybe
I could walk with her? I ask. Im not sure if
She wants me to. Maybe this

Means she doesn’t want to go out with me
Anymore. Or maybe she just wants time away
from me to think. Maybe if I ignore her, she’ll
Miss me. Or maybe she just wont care. Misery.

As everyone cries at the happy occasion. I join
The crowd. Crying out my depressions alone.
I need her now. Cause im so down. Why cant
She just be normal. Why did I say anything.

As we walk home. She asks to be carried as her
Feet hurt. I oblige. I give my jacket to a cold friend
To impress her. I try and talk to her. But I have to
Get home. Its late. She leaves as I walk away. Misery.

As I walk home. The coldness embraces my
Thoughts. I come up with this catchy title
To this poem. I write. I need To tell someone how
im feeling. Drowning in misery. I need a drink….

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erm... maybe i shuld talk about MCR now considering ive bored u to death... my favourite song is Helena. my favourite album is Three Cheers for sweet revenge. I love alot of MCR songs! i will probably be shot for saying i absolutely HATE thank you for the venom.

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